James woke up to comfort, which was the last thing he expected, he slowly opened his eyes, it hurt so badly but he forced them open. Everything was blurry at first but it soon became clear, he was in a plain looking room, cream colored wallpaper, and a large mirror to the right of him. Those were the only things he could make out, he was in such a haze and the only thing he could think about was 'how's Angela or where is she'? Then someone opened the door and quietly walked in, he looked over and it was a woman with long blond hair and an old looking face.

"Relax" she said kneeling down by the bed or cot, he couldn't tell. "You got hit on the head" she had a very thick French accent.

'Tell me something I don't know' James thought to himself as he let out a low groan and placed his hand on his head. There were bandages neatly covering his forehead, and wrapping all the way around his head.

"So you don't worry, your friend is fine" he woman suddenly said "the both of you have been asleep for at least a day now, she is still asleep". James let out a sigh of relief, but he was still upset about not being able to protect her. The woman told him, her name was Madam Giry and she was the Ballet instructor. After Madam Giry left, James jumped out of the bed or cot, he still couldn't tell and he didn't care. He shook of the dizzy feeling he still had and ran out the door, into a hall made of mostly wood. He began to wander around looking for someone that could tell him where Angela was. He wandered until he came upon a girl in a ballet outfit coming down the same hall.

"Excuse me but can you help me find my friend James said to the girl.

"Well who is your friend" she answered with a tone that James had heard many times before. She sounded as if he were a bug or a rat, beneath her and not worthy of talking to her.

"Well she looks about 19, with long black hair, she is pale and she also has gray eyes" James explained. The girl glared at him with the same disgusted look.

"No I haven't" she said and walked the other way.

"Well, I've been called many things in my life, but friend is one I have never heard" a voice said from behind him. James turned and saw Angela standing there smiling. She wasn't in her long coat, pants and hat; instead she was wearing a thin black dress, that made her look like an actual woman. She her hair was, slightly curling, and from what James could tell, she was wearing pants underneath the skirt (but they only reached half way down her leg). James ran up to her and hugged her; he only reached to about her stomach. Angela was in shock, she hadn't been hugged in a long time, but she slowly relaxed and hugged him back.

"I'm so sorry," James said, trying to hide his tears.

"Why, you didn't do anything?" Angela said.

"I couldn't help you when that guy attacked us" James mumbled. Angela pulled James away and looked him straight in the eye.

"That's not your fault" she said sternly "I wasn't, paying enough attention to what was going on around me". James nodded, and Angela smiled "but if you would like me to teach you how to fight I will" she said and James nodded eagerly.

"Alight one more time, them I have to go on patrol," Angela said, holding a sword out in front of her, towards James. She and James had been fighting for hours, on the roof, and he had done excellent for a first timer. Angela counted to 3, and once again the clang of swords filled the air. James fought hard, but once again Angela beat him.

"That was excellent," Angela said to him as she helped him up "you'll be better than me in no time". James smiled, but then noticed how sad that smile was.

"Angela, what did you do for a job, I mean before all those terrible things" James asked waiting for her to answer coldly, but she didn't.

"I really didn't work, I was only 9" she said looking to the ground "I helped my brothers around the house and took care of my baby sister".

"What happened to them?" James said, then suddenly regretting it. Angela began to walk back down into the Opera House, and she was greeted by the Vitcome's rage.

"And just where were you, I'm not paying you to disappear like that" he yelled.

"First of all you not paying me at all, second don't treat me like a child. As far as I'm concerned, what I do is in the best interest of the situation" Angela said softly "besides I really should let you and your wife handle this yourselves, you deserve it". Angela tried to walk away but the Vitcome stepped in front of her.

"What do you mean deserve it?" he asked now hysterical.

"Because, your wife, from what I've heard, egged this Phantom on. She apparently went with him on several occasions and has seen him multiple times. Now if I am correct, that's means she was doing things behind your back, and then she almost gets you killed. She messed with a dangerous man," Angela said calmly. Then the Vitcomes hand shot out and hit her in the mouth.

"If you ever talk about Christine like that again I will put you back in that jail" he hissed and walked away. Meanwhile, James had seen the whole thing and ran down to help his injured friend.

"Angela are you alright," James asked as he pulled her hand away from her mouth. There was blood all over the place, and Angela had an angry look on her face. James looked around and caught a glimpse of something, and Angela saw it too. She quickly got up and pulled out a smaller version of the sword she had earlier, but this one looked like one of those samurai a sword. The lights in the hallway went out, and James realized he was still holding the extra sword she gave him.

"What's going on?" the Vitcome's voice shouted through the darkness, as he came up the stairs.

"Shut up" James hissed, and held out his sword and began to back towards the stairs. Angela was listening hard; she had heard his cape as he blew out the candles. He was almost silent, as was she; she was so concentrated on sound she didn't notice James had moved to far away from her. James let out a yelp as some one grabbed him and dragged him down the stairs. James fought and fought.

"Shush" the person said, and James realized it was Madam Giry "Angela needs to fight this alone.

Angela still kept silent, waiting for the Phantom to strike, the Vitcome waited by the staircase, and incase the hunter failed.

"Well hunter, it looks like your skills are great, but you still won't beat me" the Phantom taunted "your haunted by your past girl, as I. You deny it, but in truth, the only reason you are probably even here is because you ran. You ran from this emotions and have now condemned yourself to the same hell as I". Angela got angry and was about to attack him when someone shot a gun through the darkness. That didn't help any but the distraction caused the Phantom to make his move first, and Angela blocked the attack.